Neck and Neck [Ruthven] [INVITE]

'CHAI, I CAN'T FIND OUR WAY BACK!!!'

"IT'S NO USE! THROWING KI AT IT MAKES IT STRONGER!"

'I CAN BARELY SEE MY HANDS!!'

"BUT YOU DON'T HAVE HANDS, GUARDIA!"

'WELL THAT EXPLAINS IT!!!!'

Chai's trembling arms could just barely hold off the pouring rain. The wind whipped his face relentlessly, leaving the goat to take forceful steps to fight the lashing water and howling winds. Guardia could just barely keep afloat in the wind- whenever it picked up and sent him flying back, Chai would quickly grab the blade's hilt so he wouldn't be lost to the storm. Originally, the dynamic duo had just flown over to their favorite fishing spot in the woods to unwind, but got caught in a storm on their way home. Chai could barely find his way around the darkened woods he used to know so well. Gritting his teeth and pushing through the storm nonetheless, Chai would pick up his pace and dash down the dampened dirt road...

'C-Chai! Over there!' Guardia called, his voice almost lost in the wind. Turning his head would result in the goat's eyes widening- a large mansion sat only a short ways away from the goatman and his partner... Wheras, miles away, he could just barely see the hill his home stood atop. It was too dangerous to fly over, most certainly. But, something about coming across an old mansion in the woods seemed strangely familiar to the premise of a horror movie. "T-that kind of looks, uh..." He began while Guardia finished his thought. '....Exactly like a haunted house?'

"Yeah! That! Just like on the cover of that one book- Haunting of Arbor Street or something?!" The goatman agreed, staring at the structure with apprehension. 'Screw it! We fought that one ghost in Satan City, so we can bust any other ghost, right?!' Guardia shouted over the storm with confidence, though even Chai could sense some fear in his tone. Perhaps he was just frightful of the storm, though... Before Chai could retort, though, Guardia would take off to the structure, his rainbow ki blade lighting the way. Truly, there was no arguing with Guardia.

Taking off after his partner, Chai would maneuver up the stone path to the mansion, letting out a sigh of relief when he fell under the shelter of a small roofed porch outside of it's main door. Sweet release! Shaking some water off him, the goat would turn to his partner. Guardia floated up to the door, promptly pressing the blunt of his blade against the doorbell. 'Helloooooo?!' He rang. 'Is anyone hoooome?' The sword rhymed, waiting for a response from whoever owned the place. Chai bit his lip, unsure of what spooks could lie inside the "haunted" structure.